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Brocavore ËˆbrÅkÉ™ vÃ´r (n.) | A dude involved in the local food movement and restaurant scene. Typically identified by his fixed-gear bicycle, tattoos, facial hair and fondness for craft beer (preferably Sixpoint) in a jar and early Pavement. Commonly seen at Roberta’s, Prime Meats, the Bell House. -Christine Muhlke, for the New York Times. January 27, 2010.

The very notion of someone taking pictures of their dinner and building a blog around their personal culinary adventures has been done to death, at this point. We get that. That’s why we wanted to start a new kind of food blog; one that celebrates the culture and cooking of street food, whether it’s being served from a barbecue truck in West Texas, or by an ancient Mexican woman selling scratch-made tamales out of a steamer at the flea market.

With this website, I want to try and transfer some of the passion created by small-scale, independent owners and operators to your home kitchen. Some of the best street food in the world is defined in part by mostly self-taught chefs making do with secondhand equipment and inexpensive ingredients, producing imaginative, incredible dishes driven only by their dedication to making the best possible product, at the lowest possible price.

Together, we’ll unlock the secrets of some of the most craveable, creative, and comforting food on the planet. We’ll make tacos. We’ll stack weird shit on top of hamburgers. We’ll make oddball fusion sandwiches that are probably borderline insensitive to the food cultures they recklessly combine. Along the way, we’ll also talk to some of the proprietors of small food businesses, including food trucks, concession carts, independent producers, and small-scale restaurateurs, to find out why they do what they do, and learn how to cook their favorite dishes. And I’ll offer any other insights I can into this world whenever possible, because it’s what I know, and what I want to talk about.

There’s a common link between the guy making amazing sandwiches from the hindquarters of a barbecued goat named Stacey that he raised himself, cooked on a piece of red-hot galvanized roofing that he found in a pile of construction garbage, and starting a new food blog in 2018. Caring about what you’re doing, and doing it honestly and to the best of your ability is sometimes the whole point.